Her eyes flew quickly open, as she cried, "O, I know who you are—Miss Wayne! Are—are you married yet?"
"No, goosie. Did you suppose I could get married without having you there, too? You're almost as important as the bridegroom."
"Well, I dreamed you were, but I'm glad to hear it isn't so. Have you decided who you're going to hurt yet?"
"Whom I am going to hurt?" echoed Miss Wayne in surprise. "I hope I'm not going to hurt anyone. That isn't my business."
"Miss Gerald said so many folks wanted you to be married at their house that you were bound to hurt someone's feelings no matter what you did."
"O, but you fixed that for me beautifully, Peace Greenfield!" and she kissed the white forehead again.
"Me! How?"
"I'm going to be married here at the hospital. The Board invited me to! What do you think of that? Surely everyone ought to be satisfied with that arrangement."
"O, goody!" Peace clapped her hands gleefully. "I was afraid the doctors wouldn't let you. Miss Swift said they wouldn't."